According to thy gracious word,
In meek humility,
This will I do, my dying Lord!
I will remember Thee.
Thy body, broken for my sake,
My bread from heaven shall be;
Thy testamental cup I take,
And thus remember Thee?
Gethsemane can I forget?
Or there Thy conflict see,
Thine agony and bloody sweat,
And not remember Thee?
When to the cross I turn mine eyes
And rest on Calvary,
O Lamb of God, my sacrifice!
I must remember Thee.
And when these failing lips grow dumb,
And mind and memory flee,
When Thou shalt in Thy Kingdom come,
Then, Lord, remember me.
